Wall of Silence Quotes

“Life is just a roller coaster of shit and we need to hold on tight as we ride it.”
― Tracy Buchanan, Wall of Silence

“She’d overheard her mum once describing tough times as like trying to walk up a muddy hill, doing your best to make progress, but you just kept slipping down, grabbing clumps of mud as you did and making it even harder until, in the end, you just slid down, down, down.”
― Tracy Buchanan, Wall of Silence

“Things were so different then. Or maybe I told myself they were. Maybe they were all wrong then too.”
― Tracy Buchanan, Wall of Silence

“her mother told her stories of the Senoi people of Malaysia, who believe each person has a ‘partner’ tree, a specific tree that they ‘bond’ with. This could go on through the generations, her mother told her, with trunks growing from the roots of an original tree, providing new trees for generations to bond with. She would take Melissa’s small hand and place it against this old oak. ‘This is our tree,’ she would say. ‘We belong to it. It belongs to us.’ It was her mother’s favourite topic, the healing properties of the forest, both physical and spiritual.”
― Tracy Buchanan, Wall of Silence

“In life we loved you dearly. In death we love you still. In our hearts you hold a place No one else will ever fill.’ Unknown”
― Tracy Buchanan, Wall of Silence

“I look down at his face. He’s so white, so quiet. Is this really happening?”
― Tracy Buchanan, Wall of Silence

“up?”
― Tracy Buchanan, Wall of Silence

“We’ll fix things like we have before.”
― Tracy Buchanan, Wall of Silence

“that voice was trampled down by her maternal instinct to protect . . . and also by her trust in her children. For them to do something like this, they must have had a reason, a bloody good one too. ‘Patrick”
― Tracy Buchanan, Wall of Silence

“A voice that said if one of the kids had hurt their own dad, then surely they needed to be punished. Or, more importantly, surely they needed to be looked after by professionals? But”
― Tracy Buchanan, Wall of Silence

“her mum once describing tough times as like trying to walk up a muddy hill, doing your best to make progress, but you just kept slipping down, grabbing clumps of mud as you did and making it even harder until, in the end, you just slid down, down, down.”
― Tracy Buchanan, Wall of Silence

“Outside, the trees whispered to her, leaves rustling.”
― Tracy Buchanan, Wall of Silence